Brown Paper Bag

I’ve always known

What it was like

To be alone

In the cave of shadows

Being the person whom you only see in a mirror

And wanting

And craving to peel back your skin

And reveal your inner self and inner truth

I’ve been in that state

Standing still

For so long

But now with the current warmth

I can no longer hide

I can no longer let my eyes roll back

Because now I’ll let someone else

Inside

And lay my trench coat on the puddle before you

Now I can stand in motion

No longer still

But traveling

With a possible

Great big

Brown Paper Bag...

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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